This week has quickly developed into one of
those weeks. You know what I'm talking about - those weeks where your constantly behind, drink waaaay to much coffee, and no matter how much you try to make things work out, nothing goes the way it was supposed to? Well this is definitely one of those weeks! That's why there was no giveaway put up yesterday, and not even a single post! Unfortunately, I'm not going to end up having a giveaway this week, but we're all ready to go for next week!
Now - let's make some sunshine out of lemons :)
Isn't that little girl adorable? And I love the outfit!
I need to go take care of some paperwork this afternoon -
and do you know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to keep this picture firmly in my mind!
And hold onto the tranquility of the image.
Ok so this one's from my shop...
But it always makes me smile!
Now I leave you with a poem I wrote for my hubby one day :)
Not About Sunshine and Flowers
by Ruthie Stickney, 2011
“Write a poem” my hubby said,
“Why are all your poem’s sad?”
He asked, and then said,
“Write a poem that’s happy.”
“I’ll write a poem that’s happy,
A poem about sunshine and flowers,”
I told him, thinking that those,
Those are happy images.
“Don’t write about those,”
He told me, “Not about sunshine,
Not about flowers, not these,
That is not happiness.”
So I’ll write a poem that is happy,
But not about sunshine,
And not about flowers,
Definitely not these.
Sunshine makes me think,
Think of good times,
And warm feelings, but…
This is not about sunshine.
Flowers are symbols,
Symbols of love and joy,
And close relationships,
But this is not about flowers.
Happiness, this is about that,
Not about sunshine and flowers.
Happiness is about much more,
Happiness is waking up,
Curled up in warm blankets,
And knowing that the sun has risen.
Happiness is about many things,
The birds of the air and the bees,
The bees that buzz and fly,
And where they find their nectar.
Happiness is about the simple things,
So yes, happiness is about sunshine,
And happiness is about flowers too,
But this is not a poem about those.
